Canto!

One night, when half my life behind me lay,
I wandered from the straight lost path afar.
Through the great dark was no releasing way;
Above that dark was no relieving star.
If yet that terrored night I think or say,
As death’s cold hands its fears resuming are.
Gladly the dreads I felt, too dire to tell,
The hopeless, pathless, lightless hours forgot,
I turn my tale to that which next befell,
When the dawn opened, and the night was not

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I do not care for this translation of the greatest work of literature ever written

Ooh oh Canto!

Really great work today btw FL.

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Don’t remember this bit in The Twits?

Utter, utter Canto

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Not even Roald Dahl’s best book

Gonna have to agree to disagree on this one. But that’s a good thread idea for tomorrow.

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Because of this I have started reading Ezra Pounds cantos while waiting for my hospital appointment (yay poetry foundation) which I love, so thank you!

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Oh man. Back in the day there was a poster on the tube of the first four lines of the Seamus Heaney translation which I bought from the transport museum and LOVED. Wonder what on earth happened to it?

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The Surrey non-league football team Westfield once had a Dante Alighieri on their books, at the same time as they had an Innocent Zulu.

more of a johto man myself tbh

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a fist bump to mr @sheeldz

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